Chapter 155: That must not feel wrong
Sculpture is a kind of plastic art.
Human beings are born visual creatures, everyone understands that there is beauty and ugliness in the world, and those who carve know how to construct the shape and color with darkness and light, simplicity and complexity.
The sculptors, who are also proficient in this way, also looked at these works at this moment, until a gentle male voice came to their ears.
"Ghost shark, have you found anything?"
"No, Doctor, I'm just wondering if the arrest of Killer Whale and another operator lady was deliberate, or an accident."
The graceful silver-haired girl spoke softly, as if talking to herself.
At her side, the silver-haired woman with the same hair color as hers, but with a head larger than hers, spoke simply: "Rescue the killer whales first, and then think about these, shark." β
"I could feel her nearby, 'her' was so fluctuating that Urbian couldn't stay any longer, something was irritating her."
"Scati and Jella are both looking for it, but the team's ideas need to be adopted, Gretia."
The voice that was only in the headset said, and asked, "So what is the basis for what you just said, Ghost Shark?" β
"I told you that, doctor."
The ghost shark stared at the sculpture in front of him.
The sculpture was a horse lady, and the girl with the horse's ear raised her head and was full of energy.
There are many of these sculptures here, after all, this is a sculpture exhibition in the Kaimon area, and it is also a symbol of the family's industry, and there is also an exhibition with the theme of Takarazuka commemoration.
"A work of art is meaningful when it is in the hands of people who know how to appreciate it," she says, "and I see a positive meaning in the exhibits that I am not satisfied with." β
"Energetic, dreamy, gorgeous, proud... Same as before. β
The tall woman of "......" looked at her teammates, and was silent and let her play.
It's not her area of expertise, even though she has a good eye for art.
And the one who understands these words should be the doctor pointed at by the headset: "You mean, not negative enough, not enough to fit the impression of a group of kidnappers." β
"Yes." The ghost shark looked away and saw the black-haired woman staring at a sculpture, her team member and a painter who seemed to admire the work as well, with her long tail in rhythm.
In addition, there are several other team members, all of whom are scattered in different areas to investigate the venue, because the previous interrogation of Rhode Island and the police investigation did not come to a conclusion, so there is now a covert investigation.
"The exhibits themselves have nothing to do with the members of the pavilion, sharks."
Urbian, who is too sensitive and will become an obstacle because of his presence, can only exist in the communication channel like the doctor.
But he didn't expect the Doctor to make a surprising counter-argument: "No, most of the exhibits in this venue are really the responsibility of the carvers of the symbolic family, and when you think about it, it's more complicated than we thought." β
"You've made a good finding, Ghost Shark."
"We should hurry, Doctor, I can feel the growing unease in Yinshamara." No matter what the attitude of others is, Urbian is always urging, after all, he is well aware of the danger that exists, and he is even more anxious about the safety of the team he leads.
"Of course, it's up to the other team to figure out the task behind it," the doctor reminded, "and the team members who are still visiting the venue should also get ready to get started." β
"Yin Neisi and Muirseth are conducting layer-by-layer probes, and we believe that the results will be available soon."
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Yin Neisi?
Looking at the black horned and black hair, the back of a woman in black clothes that was almost the same as in the impression, watching her go towards the stairs of the second floor, the young man who knew "Born in the Night" was thoughtful.
At this moment, the blue sloping window faded away from the heat of the sun, and processed it into bundles of isolated boxes, in which his dark hiking shoes stepped on, and continued to walk, stepping into the otherworldly exhibition hall.
Otherworldly, no doubt.
The exhibition hall is like a kind of unfolding barrier, and when you step into it, you can feel all the distractions - along with the summer heat and heat disappear in the field.
It's quiet, cool, with the sound of footsteps.
This is Hall 1 of the venue, and Omer should take everyone to Number 2.
You'll see other Rhode Island operators next, right?
Speculation about the focus of the operation was confirmed, and Omer did not feel any resentment about being 'marginalized', but rather relieved.
If you have the main team, you will be a substitute on your side, and the pressure will always be less.
Like him, Nian, Omer, The Undertaker, Lapland, and Mostima, a combination of exactly five people, can sit in an Internet cafΓ© for five consecutive times, or find a dog to go to Egypt to beat people.
At first glance it's a good team number.
But in fact, except for the undertaker, who was really vigilant enough, the other four people all had their own appearances, and they didn't look like a real team at all.
Lapland and Nian seem to have come here to see the exhibition, and they are not far from each station to look at the exhibits, while Omer himself is taking Mostima and the mourners to look around, wandering around the world.
He thought that two teams would be more efficient than one team after all, and he felt that he might be able to go back sooner, and it happened that Suko also sent a message just now to ask when he planned to go back.
Although it's just a simple yin and yang weirdness, it doesn't seem that there is a problem with training, but as a trainer, I still want to be responsible.
And Keliff could contact him at any time, so he also had a sense of time urgency.
At first, I just planned to help Texas and the Angels lighten their workload a little...... Now it's completely arranged.,Although there's no dissatisfaction.,But I always feel uneasy that some promises haven't been fulfilled.γ
Such uneasiness is based on his belief that the action he participated in has nothing to do with those two people, so it cannot be regarded as reducing the burden on those two people.
To put it bluntly, he didn't feel that Texas and the Angels of Energy were qualified to participate in this kind of action.
Even Lapland herself was tough, and the Rhode Island team didn't count her.
It's weird that she's so the line, and there's no Texas here.
In Omer's impression, only a relationship with Texas would make her take the initiative, but if she didn't mention Texas, what could she care about?
The young man glanced at the wolf girl who was standing in front of a statue with the mourner, then withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and fiddled with the light screen, typing Lapland in the search engine.
Omer's understanding of her is half-understood, but the biggest curiosity lies in the other party's thighs that are displayed wantonly due to the summer temperatures - don't get me wrong, he doesn't have any leg control, and he doesn't want to try to measure the other person's running talent like Nishizaki Yutaka did.
He just cared about the black crystals on the other party's legs.
The ominous signs that proved that he was infected with the ore disease, although indeed present in the other person, were clearly different from the memory in terms of shape, division, and density.
This made him curious and asked Mostima, "Has Rhodes Island mastered the technology to cure ore disease?" β
"I thought you already knew," Mostima looked a little surprised, "and most of the time-travelers ask this question first when they come into contact with us. β
"I'm not a time-traveler in the true sense of the word, just a beneficiary of otherworldly memories," Omer said, glancing back at the deep corridor where there was no longer that shadow, before turning around, "So it can really be cured, right?" β
"That's why Rhode Island is here in the world, and they're excited about the value here."
"Do you have any findings from the investigation than this?"
As she spoke, she looked awkwardly at the other side of Omer's side.
The taciturn clansmen were standing there.
The undertaker has been watching this side.
Even with her self-cultivation and desert, she is always stared at by the pair of eyes that lack warmth.
Of course, the eyes of the mourners are always like this.
That doesn't mean he's angry, but there's always a sense of urging.
From this point of view, Mostima's skin is far less than that of Omer.
Omer is much calmer than her, as the main force to divide the eyes of the mourners, but there is no sense of 'I'm fishing'.
His gaze was only busy wandering among the statues in the distance, the pedestrians walking by, the guards standing not far away, and some of the staff who introduced the exhibits, and only then did he turn back when he heard Mostima's question:
"The suspects are two groups of people, and this is not a eucalyptus point, let's go to the second exhibition hall first."
As he spoke, he glanced at the light screen that had long since returned to private mode, swiped a few times and retyped the search.
"This venue is not only an exhibition, but also a hotel."
"Hall 2 isn't just a sculpture exhibition, there's even a painting and billiard hall," Omer tapped on his headset, "Nian and Lapland, keep up, and by the way, keep an eye on your colleagues." β
"Colleague?"
"Other Rhode Island operatives."
Omer explained, as he walked, his eyes glancing at several walls.
"Pay more attention to the walls."
Recalling the destructive power of Jin Guqiao's body and face that he experienced in Mewtwo, and then recalling the octahedral structure above this building, he could imagine the picture of that thing when it shattered.
But compared to this, isn't the biggest problem that if there is a real fight, these tourists are easy to get injured by mistake?
Even if you open the enchantment, you'll be able to envelop them all together, unless you start evacuating in the first placeβ
As soon as he thought so, he heard a sharp siren.
Immediately afterwards, the wall itself collapsed like a machine house, and a row of red police lights was flipped out, and there was a female announcement:
"There is a major fire in the No. 2 and No. 3 venues accompanied by a second-dimensional earthquake, please evacuate in an orderly manner to avoid being involved in the accident."
"Repeat, number two, number three, ......"
β¦β¦
Accompanied by Ma Niang's virtual image projection, the symbolic words of the synchronous words were broadcast, completely destroying the silence in the venue.
"Evacuate in order! Don't crowd! β
In the hurried transfer of tourists, there are more staff members trying to maintain order, among them, the Omer people standing in place are extremely eye-catching.
"There's no stargate here, and the dimensional shock is too fake," Lapland looked at the group of people who were hurrying away, and looked back at Omer who was frowning, "What are you thinking?" Temporary Captain. β
"I'm wondering if this is a sign of war or a real admonition."
Omer said, turning his head to look in the direction of Hall 2.
Lapland, on the other hand, just broke open the shackling bag that had been hung up by the security check and freed up two long knives with a unique shape: "Whatever, it's definitely right to get ready for battle first." β
"That's true, get ready for an encounter."
Omer was a little helpless.
He had just begun to follow the path of the two missing people, and he had to deal with this kind of accident.
And it feels ...... It's a teammate's problem.